I got some black label jack in a brown paper sack in the console

Got a twelve pack in the back in my oil field

Camo cooler got it ice cold

I've been fourteen gone I'm finally back home there ain't but one thing that

I wanna do

Is get down where the river bends on the sandbar with my friends

And drown these roughneck blues

Drop the gate on the truck

Turn the radio on

Everybody's yelling turn it up that's my song

Jam a little skynyrd and hank top it off with a little frank

And when the sun falls out of sight

You can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight

Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right

You got some pretty southern women dancing around in their bare feet

And these two piece tan lines showing in the sunshine are killing me

And these seven dollar shades are worth every dime

I paid cause they're hiding my wondering eyes

I spend my hard earned money on these hicktown honeys y'all

Welcome to the good life

Drop the gate on the truck

Turn the radio on

Everybody's yelling turn it up that's my song

Jam a little skynyrd and hank top it off with a little frank

And when the sun falls out of sight

You can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight

Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right

All we wanna do is have us a good time

A little whiskey a little beer a little bit of that apple pie moonshine

Drop the gate on the truck

Turn the radio on

Everybody's yelling turn it up that's my song

Jam a little skynyrd and hank top it off with a little frank

And when the sun falls out of sight

You can bet your boots we gonna throw back a few tonight

Cause there ain't nothing wrong with getting right

Oh we're getting right tonight